A WHALE OF A STORY Back to Sea Stories
The Baja is unforgiving in the summer. Temperatures soar
skywards, buzzards are very active, there are hurricanes running around
and the sun doesn't rise, it bursts into flames. There are times however
tragic, nature rewards those that endure the summers in the Baja. July 1993
was one such summer. The next morning we were much more organized. It was decided to pull out the largest and the apparent leader of the pack first. Many small boats were asked to herd them out the channel to deep water. While herding our first whale (we were learning as we went) with my boat between the whale and the long sand bar, we noticed that when we placed my outboard in reverse and cavitated the propeller, the whale would not approach the sand bar, and would continue in the channel . We believe the noise kept him from communicating with the pod. Slowly we herded the animal to deep water. In one instance as we were in deep water, the whale sounded, then returned to the surface close to us and flicked it's tail at us and sounded , not to be seen again. As if saying thank you and good-bye. We were able to free all the whales, however a few days later two were found on the beach of the outer bay. Obviously they had sustained internal damage while in shallow water due to their weight. Boone Camp....... July 1996 ....... La Paz, B.C.S. Mexico Copyright©1999 Boone Camp/ All rights reserved Back to Sea Stories |